The best kind of fling.
First story, short one - Hope you enjoy.
Anther day, like most for the avian. Some would call it plain, others would call it the most disturbing thing that has ever crossed their minds.. but for the gryphon, it was life.
Life.. each day, a wake up, a yawn, a flex, a little preening, possibly some enjoyment of waking up with something warm, heavy mounds on her chest, the scent of sex in the air from the previous night before. Today however was not a day that would greet him with such company. No, today in fact he awoke with a belly distended a fair bit due to a recent rather large meal.
He remembered her, young, happy to indulge his interests, vixen females were so plentiful.. how could he not take it upon himself to welcome her home. A cave, an apartment, some called it both, he called it home.. it was private.. and the screams and moans attracted no attention. She was sweet, she smelled of roses, the scent drifted up to his beak every time he got close to her. Every time that tail swished slowly back ad forth.. tempting.. teasing him. To most males,they would draw on the scent for more.. romantic interest.. he on the other hand had many other ideas.
It was easy to have her strip.. he walked nude and her form, merely five feet tall was easily dwarfed by his own, a pure, powerful nine feet of strength and power. His form molded after generations of breeding.. cutting out the fur of a lion.. feathers taking over. He was never aware of his father, but the results he was given led him to believe his mother must have serviced a beast of an avian, not that complaints would come across his mind.
She was such a sweet girl, despite how his form was hung, an arm's length of male when fully hardened from her gentle licks and breasts touching his sheath, but teasing would drive most males to lust, the avian however took it upon himself to assist with such things.. the world for said vixen turned upside down as she was grabbed and bent over.. planted on all fours like a female.. there was a cry, long, hard.. pained.. but those sounds replaced soon with pleasure. Experienced, but not used to such sizes meant the avian still felt a tight grip that ushered delight from his beak, heavy purring, grunts and snarls mixing with the moans and begging of the vixen female, soft, tight.. warm, under him.
She was in shock when he violated her womb.. but a lean over, a kiss.. a heavy grip as he took her without much mercy, pained grunts and whimpered turned back into moans once more as he sunk inside fully, treating the female to such force and feral lust that she was left gasping with every swift thrust.. spared the brutality of a feral beast during such eager and messy mating.
Loosing count of the amount of times the vixen shuddered and came under him, he found the grip quite wonderful, but in the end his goal was there, true.. pure.. his grunts used to hide the rumbling belly.. but once he roared.. he released.. she was too caught up to notice.. but then the moment he was waiting for. Sex with any female was delightful.. but after sex came hunger.. a need to eat, a need to state every lust he had. Something so simple, sex did little to calm his desires.
Pulling her up to sit in his lap.. her weight sunk onto his sheath.. he knew that she would have no chance at escape.. no idea of what he really wanted from her. Sex was not enough.. another addiction required attention.. and it would be silent. Gazing down at her as she looked up with exhausted but pleasure filled eys, he knew she was his, he needed this, and she had served well.
The hands to her arms.. the pinning, it was gentle.. soft rubbing, as if attempting to keep the female still while he admired her lust soft red fur.. taking in another breath.. but there was no need to wait any longer. The first sign of something amiss came from the dripping of drool on her shoulder, then head.. gaze returning upwards after a peaceful sigh and closed eyes..into a grinning beak.
Oh he remembered his words.. burned into his mind, uttered so many times.. and still so enjoyable. The scream and shake soon after, he'd told her what she was here for. She was food, she was food and nothing more, he was hungry, and while she struggled, his tummy showed his intentions were true. Darkness as her head was taken into his beak, that sweet scent filling his senses.
While some are meant to be... enjoyed.. some were meant to be filling.. this one was ment for food, not for injecting fear into. He gulped down hard.. squeezing her shoulder inside his throat, head struggling as it slid inside just before. She begged like all the others, screamed.. cried. Tears tasted nice.. but today he was not in it for taste. He pushed her upwards.. his shaft popping free of her sex, juices leaking rapidly from her well used sex as he swallowed again, those lush mounds sinking inside.
It only took half of her to reach his goal.. he released her hand, tossed his head back and gulped hard, legs kicking then forced strait... she was gone within seconds, a final gulp and heavy swallow.. and her feet were soon inside his throat.. and she slid the rest of the way.. feeling the delightful fell of his belly expanding, the struggles, the screams.. it was like a drug, something kicking and crying to get out, and then fading as air faded.
As soon as things had started, they had ended, she was inside him, food, filling him for a day or two. Why bother to hunt for a mate when sexual pleasure and the best type of food could easily be merged into one.
Maybe she has some contact information for friends n her day planner. Nothing like ordering free delivery..